7 JULY 1928, Page 19

[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] SIR,—Here is a gruesome

episode in connexion with the

campaign for cleaner food. The other day I went into a

crowded sandwich bar in the West End, where the chef behind the counter was busily engaged alternately cutting sand- wiches and slaying flies with the flat of his carving knife, which weapon he did not take the trouble to wipe, but merely scraped " clean " along the side of the wooden block upon which he was operating. I did not stay for luncheon.— I am, Sir, &c.,

CLIFFORD BELLAIRS.

64 Victoria Street, London, S.W.1.